Whether they know it or not
They are dressed in their finery
Sleek solid black feathers
With white wing bands
And every day at sunset
While I sit
Under the locust tree
They gather as one massive flock
In a groove of bamboo
Next to the university campus
To sing with gusto
In a shrill
Unmelodious
Crescendo decrescendo
I can say unabashedly
This, their celebration
Of being alive
Has never failed
To lift my spirits.
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